Chapter 326 – The Outstandingness of a Renowned Sword (2/2)

Only after staying silent by the stream for a very long time did Su Li finally accept this matter.

The sword was still there, but the sword intent was not. As it turned out, his master… truly was not there anymore.

Carrying the sword that had already lost its spirit, Su Li left the Garden of Zhou and travelled to the Tang Clan in Wenshui City to look for the Old Master of the Tang Clan who was still willing to forge once in a while. He wished that the Old Master could think of a method to revive the sword. Just what status did the Old Master have? Why would he have paid any attention to the almost idiotic request of a second generation disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect? He did not pay any attention to him at all. Su Li only did one thing. He stood in a stone embankment of the Wenshui Tang Clan hidden deep within the mountains, and used a night to undergo several breakthroughs from the upper level of the Ethereal Opening Realm, arriving at the peak level of the Star Condensation Realm.

As the richest person on the continent, the thing that the Old Master of the Tang Clan was most skilled at was judging value. He knew that Su Li was displaying his value to him, and admitted that Su Li definitely did have that value. As a result, he changed his mind without any hesitation at all, beginning to collect and buy valuable materials from all over the place, attempting to do as Su Li had requested: to revive the renowned sword.

Unfortunately, even the Wenshui Tang Clan was unable to completely satisfy Su Li’s request.

The memory stopped there. This was because what happened afterwards made even him, who was the most unrestrained and uninhibited, or in other words, the most thick-skinned, to feel slightly awkward.

He looked at the patch of shadow in the night sky, and could feel the Demon Lord’s unfathomable will. He thought with some ridicule that if that sword was able to be revived and was in his hand at the current moment, even the Demon Lord would be unlikely to warrant his attention.

The shadow in the sky drooped lower and lower, as if it was going to come in contact with the grassland far away.

Chen Changsheng held onto the Yellow Paper Umbrella and looked at this scene. He did not know exactly why the gazes of the terrifying monsters in the monster tide held coldness and a deathly stillness.

He did not know that the shadow in the sky was the shadow of a great peng. He did not know that this great peng, which already had half a step into the realm of Saints, was the mount of Zhou Dufu years ago. Crucially, he did not know that when the sword intent returned to the Yellow Paper Umbrella, it meant that the Sword Pool could appear at any time. Towards that terrifying great peng, he did not know how great of a provocation it was.

Nanke’s black hair was scattered on her shoulders. It was wet due to the rain, and seemed extremely messy. Her small face was pale, and the indifference in her eyes was already long replaced by rage. Before, when they clashed, even though they were separated by a distance of over one hundred zhang, the swift and fierce sword intent had still injured her. She did not understand why the sword intent would actually become so terrifying after entering the Yellow Paper Umbrella.

“No matter how strong the sword intent is, so what? You don’t know the sword style, so just how long can you last just by relying on sword intent?”

Hearing the voice of the small demon girl, Chen Changsheng originally wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say it. Even if he were able to use the sword intent without limit, he would still be unable to solve the problem of the monster tide that was like an ocean around the mausoleum.

With an angry and clear whoosh, the cold wind on the divine path began blowing again. With the ruffling of her heavy dress in the wind and the slight movement of rainwater, Nanke raised her sword to swing again.

Two sword rays erupted from the edge of the Southern Cross Sword. Like two streaks of starlight they chopped towards Chen Changsheng along the straight divine path.

Chen Changsheng raised the Yellow Paper Umbrella to receive it. Hundreds of tiny wind blades burst out from the surface of the umbrella, and with closely-packed cutting sounds, the unbelievably swift and fierce sword intent directly cut through the two streaks of starlight, before shattering them into countless pieces. The stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum was covered with specks of starlight, floating like a sea of fireflies.

Just at this moment, there was the sound of a zither.

The ground below the divine path had long been wet due to the torrential rain. The old man sat cross-legged in the rain with the zither on his knees. He lowered his head and played a tune with concentration.

The old man was an elder of the Candle Shadow Shamans, and specialised most in mental attacks. It was unknown how much danger was hidden in the sound of the zither that was like the noise of water. The rain that fell from the sky struck the zither string at the same time as his finger. Afterwards, it was shaken into mist by the trembling of the zither string, and with the metallic or breezy sound of the zither, the mist vaguely appeared to be substance.

This was not a thing that truly did exist, but a great spiritual sense. It was like a mountain ghost, like a shaman tiger, and suddenly left the zither on the old man’s knees. Like a hurricane, it arrived on the stone platform. It did not blow away the specks of starlight that was like a sea of fireflies, but instead avoided the Yellow Paper Umbrella surreptitiously. It transformed into several strands of cold wind, landing on Chen Changsheng’s face.